While Old Possum cooked and baked, Rabbit read books, and rain fell for days, Mama Chipmunk’s grandchildren raced through the house, playing tag, upsetting dining-room chairs, sliding on rugs, and bouncing off furniture.

By evening of the second day — having run through their exuberance and feeling resigned to being stuck indoors — they had retired to the library, where the littlest one read aloud from her book.

On the third day, their grandmother set them to straightening the house after their two-day bout of zoomies.

And on the fourth day, after the rain stopped, they all went to Rabbit’s for tea.

(Late April 2024)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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